A.H.F
A/N: My best friend Sowmiya is co-writing this with me. Follow me on tumblr (the-awesome-beckster). I don't know when I'll next upload, but hopefully soon. Thanks for reading :)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be writing the scripts not this rubbish!
Loki frowned as a group of Asgardian soldiers brought a tall woman wearing a set of deep purple horns into the prison cell across from him. One of the soldiers snatched the horns from her head and chucked them behind the group to Thor. She could only be described as beautiful. Her skin was pale which contrasted with her bright red lips. She pouted slightly as the door was slammed heavily from behind her. Thor's voice broke him out of his reverie.
"Close your mouth little brother or I'll stick a hammer in it," taunted Thor.
Loki rolled his eyes but didn't hesitate to close his mouth. He really didn't want to deal with anymore comments.
Thor inspected the horns in his hands carefully.
"Send them to the experts," he ordered passing it to the nearest soldier. "I suspect they don't do anything, but I don't know enough to risk it."
Thor sauntered out of the room; his royal red cloak he wore so proudly swaying merrily out behind him. As he exited, most of the soldiers left too, leaving just two on guard. It was an unnecessary precaution seeing as the cells were impenetrable from the inside but it apparently made people feel safer.
Meanwhile, Loki gracefully plonked himself down by the glass of his cell. Beside him was a small wooden bookcase filled with the few books his brother allowed him. He tried to focus on the text in front of him but it was impossible not to keep observing the latest development.
"I've never had a cell mate before..." he began.
"Smooth moves sunshine," she smirked.
He chuckled.
"What I'm wondering is how you managed to get yourself banged up in here," he pondered.
"Well how was I to know putting an entire dimension to sleep is against the law?" She shrugged before turning to meet his gaze with a small teasing grin. "Oh have I heard stories about you Loki of Asgard... Quite a trick you pulled with new York there."
"Yes that did make a few people quite angry, no clue why," He remarked, the corners of his mouth rising slightly at the memory.
He looked back at the book. Today was 'How to build a table: the guide for dummies'. When he'd requested books to read he hadn't really meant DIY manuals.
"I don't think I caught your name," he inquired as he regarded her carefully.
"Maleficent."
"Have you heard about the new prisoner?" questioned the guard.
"Oh yeah! Umm... that sorceress... Maleficent! That's her name. Knew it would come to me eventually," the other guard replied with a self satisfied grin.
Loki was eavesdropping on their rather ridiculous and dim-witted conversation. Not that he'd admit to that.
"Apparently she's like the devil incarnate. Her whole sleeping trick was like a repeat of New York! There is no fire ruling her heart, like Loki. His whole life is ruled by his temper and built up hatred. No, in fact the opposite. She's made of that horrid numbing cold that seeps into your bones," Loki rolled his eyes, practically hearing them shiver.
Everyone always turns him into the villain. However, how could anyone be just pure coldness? The flames were caused by the passion, which led them to their utter belief in their life choices. Now he had a wonderful plan to stave away the boredom; to see if he could break that heart of ice...
